Page 66 of Best Supporting Actor

Jay kissed the warm softness of Tag’s belly, his jutting hipbone, and listened with a racing pulse to the soft sounds of frustrated pleasure Tag made as his hips thrust restlessly forward. Jay’s cock throbbed, and his mouth watered, and yet he felt strangely… uncertain.

He glanced up the lean landscape of Tag’s body and found Tag’s gaze fixed on him in return. One arm was bent, cushioning his head, and his free hand lifted to brush Jay’s hair.

Tag gave another of those quizzical smiles. “You don’t have to do that, Jay. Like I said, I’m not keeping score.”

“It’s not that,” Jay whispered. “I want to.”

“Okay. What is it?” Tag stroked through his hair again, and Jay wanted to lean into his warm hand.

Whatwasit? Jay wasn’t sure he could say himself. The truth was, the confident mask that had served him well for years of casual hook-ups didn’tfitanymore. At least not with Tag. Tag had seen through it right away, that very first night. He knew Jay wasn’t the sexually assured guy he pretended to be.

Tag was going to see right throughhim.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he said thickly.

Tag cupped his jaw with one hand, his expression unusually grave. “Someone’s done a real number on you, haven’t they?”

Jay blinked at him. “What?”

Tag shook his head and smiled, kind and teasing at once, his eyes warm as he gazed at Jay. “You could never disappoint me. Besides, I’m so turned on right now you could probably make me come with one of your trademark smouldering glares.”

Jay frowned, confused, and Tag grinned. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He flopped back on the bed, arms spread wide. “So come on, Julius, you sexy beast, let me have it!”

Jay couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest, helpless and irresistible. God, but it really was impossible to worry too much when Tag was just… so muchfun. So in the moment, so open to the experience.

Still smiling, Jay settled in between Tag’s spread thighs and nuzzled into his groin, loving the soft, musky scent and the weight of Tag’s hand coming to rest lightly on his head, neither guiding nor demanding, just present. He settled his attention on Tag’s prick, taking in its flushed head and silken length, curling his hand loosely around the shaft, feeling its heft, delighting in Tag’s groan of pleasure.

He kissed Tag there, then took the head of his prick into his mouth.Tag’sprick. That was a turn-on in itself, the thought that this wasTag, that he was giving Tag this pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” Tag breathed, his fingers flexing in Jay’s hair. “That’s it, that’s good. You’re so good, Jay...”

He kept that up, a constant stream of approval as Jay sucked him deep, backed off to nuzzle his shaft and balls, then took him into his throat again. It was wet, and messy, and disorganised—nowhere near as polished as his usual performance, but it felt so much better. Incredible. Exciting. So exciting that his own prick was demanding attention, and he found himself thrusting helplessly against Tag’s leg, desperate to ease his own tension as Tag squirmed and gasped and babbled praise.

Time stopped. Or perhaps the world stopped beyond the little bubble of space between them. Jay wanted to stay there forever, suspended on the cusp with Tag’s hand clenched in his hair as he kissed and worshipped Tag’s body.

Eventually, though, Tag’s hand tightened, tugging. “Come up here,” he rasped, “or I’m going to come, and I don’t want to yet.”

Jay looked up at him, his lips feeling swollen and spit-slick.

“Fuck,” Tag said in a low growl of a voice, “I want to kiss you. Come here.”

And so Jay went—slowly, taking his time to work his way back up Tag’s body, making him laughingly protest until Jay was lying on top of him, elbows braced on either side, and he could lean down and take Tag’s glorious mouth.

Their kiss was deep and debauched, tongues tangling, hands in each other’s hair, bodies grinding together in joyful abandon. Tag lifted his legs, wrapping them around Jay’s waist, bringing their pricks closer together as they writhed and gasped their way towards the edge.

Oh, God, he was close. So close.

But not close enough.

Shit. Jay felt the familiar flush of panic, the fear that it wouldn’t happen, that his climax would slide away, out of reach. That he’d fail to perform. Then came the realisation that he’d lost his concentration and, with that, the easy rhythm between them. Now Tag was slowing his movements too.

Fuck.Fuck!

“Hey,” Tag said, hands running up and down Jay’s back. “Shall we try something different?”

When Jay pulled back enough to see him, Tag wasn’t frowning or looking frustrated. His honey-gold eyes were as warm as ever, darkened by huge black pupils, his pale face flushed pink, his lips the colour of crushed raspberry. Christ, he was gorgeous. Absolutely bloody gorgeous.

“Do you have lube?” Tag asked.